Spring came singing through the cherry trees And wove her coloured tapestries on earth, I sang with her repeating harmonies Learned through centuries of death and birth.
Then drowsy summer indolent and free Knowing that her final hour was close Rushed her pace coaxing bloom to seed But left alone the proud and stalwart rose.
Now autumn bloomed magnificent in leaves Preparing for her time of nude repose, In winter's frozen arms she threw herself To sleep and dream of the beauty God bestows.
Last came the days of the falling leaf. One felt that death would scatter everything Yet in my soul I knew apart from grief, In winter's breast is hid the bud of spring.
Poems Undated (1727)
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